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  • Echoes of the Past: Adventures with Camcorders…

    My friend Tris has once again been busy with YouTube. Now, I can premiere- in three chunks- the fabulously daft amateur spoof that I appeared in at the tender age of 20. It was a different time, my friend- the world was young, the future was bright, and ramming a cushion up my jacket and running around pretending to be Ernest Borgenine seemed like a perfectly reasonable idea.

    I present, for your delectation and general confusion, the Eighties action series spoof:

    THE NEW AIRWOLF: THE NEXT GENERATION

    (Warning: Contains severe overacting. View at your own risk!)

    Part 1:

    Part 2:

    and, the action packed, climactic Part 3:

    And, for more details on the story behind this grand folly, vist my friend Tris’s website here.

    Enjoy…

  • Administratum

    This blog is bizarrely useful for keeping in contact with people, but often while people can keep track of me, it doesn’t always mean I can keep track of them. Therefore, with my new and exciting move to the wilds of Hampshire happening, if there’s anyone out there who would like my new home address (or would just generally like to say hello in the spirit of the season), go to my website, click one of the ‘e-mail me’ links, and send me a pithy comment of your choosing (You can leave me a comment, but I won’t be able to e-mail you back…). I lost quite a few of my e-mail records thanks to a computer-related disaster a couple of months back, so the more, the merrier.

  • Touchdown

    It’s done.

    The move was painful, stressful and generally one of the more difficult experiences I’ve had for a while, but now it’s done. Thanks to the delay, I had to come back to London almost immediately- and I’ve now hit the fact that day returns at pre-9am peak times are double the price they are at any other point. £25.00 rather than £15.00 was an unwelcome price to be greeted with this morning. This means I’m going to be staying overnight at the Bounds Green flat tomorrow, as well as Wednesday night, and also opens a whole other can of worms relating to timing, transport, and the changes I’m going to have to make to my life in order to get this all to work…

    …and yet I’m not regretting this. Sitting in my office last night, assembling my computer and sorting out a few Christmas presents, I felt more at home than I have done in months. I’ve wanted to get out of London for a very long time- and this doesn’t feel like a mistake. It feels like I’m in the place that I need to be- my life is going to change significantly as a result of this, but I can’t help feeling that it’s going to be a good thing. I slept well last night, and while I’m only going to be spending minimal time there over the next few days (and then off to Wales for a week), this isn’t feeling like a mistake. Yes, I’d rather we weren’t having to do this with a gigantic financial burden hoverring over our heads… but when I think about the alternate universe where we didn’t do this, and are stuck in London for another Christmas, I really don’t like the idea.

    Life is going to change. Plus, I’m going to have to write like hell- and that can’t be a bad thing.

  • We apologise for the delay. Coffee and biscuits are being served. This is your auto pilot speaking. Please return to your seat….

    Apparently, my best laid plans had not quite gang a’glee (or whatever the phrase is) enough, as our aim to move today was sadly curtailed by George’s Dad being ill. Hopefully it should be going ahead tomorrow- but, for the moment, it’s meant cleaning at a slightly more relaxed pace, and even more feeling like we’re hanging in a kind of strange, surreal limbo. Just to make things weirder, I’m actually going to have to stay overnight here on Wednesday, in order to make sure I can get to a screening of INLAND EMPIRE, the new David Lynch film. There’s little time left, and things are feeling just a little on the tense side.

  • Accelerando

    I’d love to document the last two weeks. I’d love to go into details about how much I’ve acheived, and how it feels to be on the cusp of one of the biggest moves I’ve ever attempted. Trouble is, there’s no time, and a thousand and one different things to do. The move happens tomorrow- and I’m also going to lose net at home for at least a few days. I am, however, subbing next week, so hopefully I will catch up. Life is deliriously complicated at the moment- but I’m almost to the next stage…

  • Staying the Course (Don’t Panic….)

    I had a brainwave today relating to the book- there’s a set of scenes that introduces one of the main bad guys, and I knew instinctively that it wasn’t working, and I’d been trying to sort out a way of making work. Suddenly, on a walk in the woods today, I saw a way of doing it, which would involve some major shuffling around in what I’m referring to as the cliffhanger to part 2 of the book, leading into the final act. I saw it, and suddenly realised that it would read better, and be much more ‘novelistic’- alot of my storytelling devices are actually hi-jacked from television and comics, and there’s times when that kind of thing doesn’t work. So, I had a solution- trouble is, I couldn’t come up with a way of shuffling around the cliffhanger that wouldn’t suck the drama out of the scene. At the moment, it has a couple of clunky sections, but part 2 of the book ends on a genuine “Holy Crap, what the hell’s going to happen now?” moment that will hopefully have people screaming to get on to Part 3. I could change that to something more ‘literary’ that might have better technique- but I think it’d lose the storytelling energy that it’s got at the moment. I’m not saying there isn’t a way of doing it and not losing the energy- but I really think that unpicking a major chunk of the story, at a time when it’s actually starting to feel like it’s fitting together, would be a bad move. If I’d had this idea much, much earlier, I might have been able to do something with it- but it’s not the kind of idea you can introduce into a story without damaging the framework that’s already built. I’d rather concentrate on getting the story as it is to a standard that I’m proud of, rather than spend the next few months trying new configurations of plotting, and ending up essentially chasing my tail. This is a lesson for the next one- it’s too late for this one. I’m going to get this thing into shape, and I’m going to be proud of it…

  • This is the End, Beautiful Friend…

    It’s come around again- I’m sitting in the study in my Dad’s house, typing on the laptop, and I’m going to be heading back to London tomorrow. Once I’m back, I’m straight into four days of subbing (the traditional Christmas issue brain-mash), and also into a two week countdown to the point where my life completely changes. There’s an awful lot to do- I’ve placed myself in charge of ‘shutting down’ our life in London, so there are people to call, things to cancel, things to transfer… the list is going to be pretty big. Hopefully there’s going to be lots of chance for social interaction as well, and I don’t want to let the stress get the better of me. Change is good. It may be scary and tumultuous, but it’s also good.

    A phase of my life that’s gone on for an awful lot longer than I ever expected is going to be ending soon. I moved to London in November 1995 with a rucksack on my back, a suitcase, and two weeks worth of accomodation sorted out. I didn’t really have a choice at that point- I had to make it work. It was very, very tough, but I’ve made it through the last eleven years- and I’ve had a wider variety of adventures than I was expecting. I went to America. I became a freelance writer. I got married. None of that was stuff I expected to happen, and I don’t know what the next decade or so has in store for me- but as long as I can keep myself and George as happy as possible, and I can keep writing, that’ll be enough.

    Last time, when I left here and went back to Cornwall, I instinctively knew that I needed to get out of London. This time, when I go back, we’re actually going to be doing it. It’s going to be financially very rough for longer than I’d like, and there’s a whole host of problems facing us as we try and set ourselves up down there… but I know that this is what I want. The timing may not be fantastic- and I might be the kind of guy who’d rather wait and avoid stress than have to face it- but I know that this is what I want. All that remains is to do it.

    Gulp…

  • Torching the Wood IV: Revenge of the Living Torch

    Time for a look at Torchwood episode 7- plus a few explanations as to exactly why this has turned into such a running series of articles. Spoilers on the starboard bow…

    When in doubt- add lesbians…

  • Number of the Beast

    One more day to go, but the experience of being in Cornwall now has the distinct feeling of winding down, mainly because I’ve gotten to roughly the point where I wanted to be. I now have a slightly shambolic but considerably slimmed down version of the book- and the current word count?

    160,920

    That’s about 27,000 words shorter than the previous version, which is making me feel like I’m actually getting somewhere. Of course, a reasonable proportion of the book- especially the last third- is a bit on the underwritten side, and is going to need a small amount of expanding to read well, but I’m hoping it’ll all equalise out with the other stuff that I’m sure I’ll be hacking out at some point. I think I’m roughly looking at a book that- theoretically speaking, and depending on type size- would be about 350-450 pages long, which is a little longer than I was aiming, but not by much.

    The plan now is to get back to London, print the thing out, get George to read it through, then sit down with the manuscript and note down every single problem (which may, to be honest, take a while). Then, I’m going to go through the thing with a fine-tooth comb, and fix as many of the technical problems as I can. Once it’s as polished up as can be… then I’m going to send it out to people. Whatever the problems that come back, I don’t want silly, trivial spelling mistakes and grammar errors to be coming between them and the story. If they don’t like it, then they don’t like it- I just don’t want to be giving them reasons not to like it.

    I’m happy, though. It feels like I’m making progress, and I’m another step along the way towards making a book that I’m proud of.

  • The Nature of the Catastrophe

    I just lost a subplot. It collapsed on me, and the worrying thing is, I think the book’s much better as a result. It was a section of the story that kind of grew in by accident- I was doing a major rewrite to try and get it to work, and I was hitting major problems. Serious, serious writing block, to the extent that I started losing all faith in the book, my abilities, and the last year that I’d spent trying to hammer this damn thing into shape. I knew what my brain was telling me- dump it- because I’d felt it about another subplot which just wasn’t working out. I think the main deciding factor was that the subplot only actually appeared directly four times in the first nine chapters, and didn’t actually impact on the main plot until right at the end. I’ll lose a couple of really nice sections, but I think it’ll also end up more focussed as a result. The main thing is- I’m not attempting to write a powerful literary novel about the future. I’m trying to write a fun romp, and anything which gets in the way of the fun romp-ness may need to go.

    This may have a massive effect on the stuff I need to do. However, I’m going to see where this takes me.